11-17-11
(Yet Another Vision/Flash)
I am definitely going to ignore all this strangeness b/c it happened again. This time it was very quick, and didn't feel as 'profound' as the previous one's so I'm taking it a lot less seriously.
Last night it was seeing what looked like a caricature of a person. It looked like an illustration in some children's book. I saw a king sitting on this thin, tall throne. It was gold with a red cushion, and the king's robe was red. (Typical kingly attire). I saw his profile, as I only saw his left side. His hair was almost orange, and he wore a typical crown. He had wrinkles on his face and was very slim. He looked unhappy and emaciated actually, although that could just be because he looked like a caricature of himself.
I refuse to take this seriously. I'm not gonna be suckered in that easily. Sometimes these things really are nothing at all.
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Is this a joke?
11-15-11
Okay, I give up. I don't know what to think about this. This post will have two very strange happenings, from last night and then this morning.
1). Last night, at around 11:55 pm it happened again. You got it... a flash in my mind's eye of a person from the past.
I couldn't sleep, so I decided to peruse some of my old stories. After a couple hours, I went to bed. I told myself I needed to just give up on the writing.
A few minutes later, in my mind's eye I see what looks like an oil painting of a man. (No frame by the way. I was only seeing the actual picture as if it were a real scene). There was no question that it looked like an oil painting. The colors were vivid brown's and black's (if that makes sense). It truly looked like something you would find in an art gallery. All of a sudden, this oil painting comes to life because the man starts shaking his head. He shakes it from side-to-side, slowly. He didn't feel familiar at all, just like the last 'flash' that I wrote about in my previous post below.
This is what he looked like: I only saw him from the torso up. Man in his late 50's or 60's. Chubby cheeks. (He actually had rosy cheeks, only they were rosy nearer the bottom). He had curly, thin white hair. Either it was long hair hanging over his back, or it just rested on his shoulders. His hair looked very soft and the curls weren't like corkscrew or anything. They were just natural, very soft looking curls. His hair was a bright white. It was actually kinda pretty. (He might have been wearing some sort of black cap which was a little flat, but I don't know for sure. That section of the 'painting' was darker). His outfit was black and white. The collar was some kind of white lace with these little 'triangles' in the design. There were these kind of large buttons running down the length of his thick coat. They were round black buttons with a little bit of white circling the buttons.
I could see that he was standing inside a dark room with probably just one candle lit. Behind him I could barely make out a rich, reddish brown wood on a low ceiling. It looked a little fibrous. (Can't think of any other way to describe it).
Honestly, he reminded me of the Quaker Oats guy or someone like Benjamin Franklin. Lol! That definitely seemed to be the correct era.
2). Okay, this next experience happened to Mom this morning. She was letting the dogs outside when upstairs she heard me call for her in my room. She said there was no denying that it was my voice she heard. She heard my voice say, "Mom!" Then there was a pause, followed by "Help me!"
She's worried now, so she goes upstairs only to find me sleeping.
She keeps telling me over and over that it was definitely MY VOICE she heard. (I've heard the same voice before, in my room and on evp in the past).
The weird thing is that when she said she had heard this, I clearly remember not being asleep. I had my eyes closed, so I can see why she thought I was sleeping, but at that time I was preparing myself to get up.
And just FYI, I don't talk in my sleep so that can't be it. Besides, she was downstairs and what she heard was shouting.
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Another Flash?
10-30-11
So here I was trying (unsuccessfully) to fall asleep when I get a quick flash of a person in my mind's eye. Like before, it was an image of a person from the past.
This time it was a teenage boy. He was probably around 18 or so. He had reddish brown hair. It was straight, but combed over to the left side. His hair was really shiny, too.
I think he was sitting outside, on a log or something, looking very introspective and pleasant. (He was sort of looking down, staring off into nowhere and daydreaming). He wore baggy white pants that buttoned at the knees. He gave me the impression of being a pretty happy kid. Very optimistic.
I also keep thinking of the color yellow. (Maybe I'm just thinking of yellow because that matched his sunny disposition? I don't recall that color being anywhere on his clothes).
It probably was nothing, but things like this don't happen to me often so I felt like I had to write it down.
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Naval Officer?
8-29-11
This wasn't a dream, but I'm trying to remain open minded about this, hence typing it up here.
All of yesterday I had a monster migraine. I went to bed for a little while, hoping to get rid of it. Twice, I heard music in my room. This wasn't inside my head or anything like that either. I heard it physically with my ears. The first time it was soft piano music, and 30 minutes to an hour later it was epic, orchestral music.
I like to look for the logical explanation first, so I'll concede that perhaps my floor fan was just picking up on radio waves from the tv downstairs. (Mom's bedroom door was shut - has to be to keep the cats separated these days - and hers was the only television on, but I have heard my floor fan pick up signals before).
Okay, then fast forward to last night. My headache left for about an hour and a half, but come bedtime it returned with gusto. Amidst trying to just sleep off this migraine, yet being wide awake and not even tired, I had the image of a man suddenly flash before my eyes.
I know that a lot of people see flashes of people - usually gruesome looking - sometimes while trying to fall asleep. They're just images that come and go really quickly, morphing one into the other inside all that blackness as your eyes are closed. I get this off and on, and I've gotten really good at ignoring it.
But last night it was like that, except that the image stayed longer and it wasn't scary looking. It wasn't anything very vivid, but it was so perfectly defined and detailed that it really caught my attention.
I saw a man - definitely not of our time period - with gray hair. (It kind of reminded me of my grandfather's hair, had he ever grown it out). It was fashioned in some strange way. It was really wavy, but it was controlled into bigger waves and tucked in perfectly neat sections flushed against his face. He had a very deep cleft in his chin, and his skin sort of puffed out on either side. (This dimple/cleft was very deep). His cheeks were a little like that, too, but he had an angular face. He had to have been in his 50's I suppose. He had a black eye patch on his right eye and was VERY GROOMED and austere looking. We're talking not a wrinkle or piece of lint on his clothes. I received the feeling that appearance was very crucial with this man. I only saw him from the shoulders up, so what I did see was that he wore a military jacket of some kind. My first instinct however was naval officer. It was black, or maybe even a DARK blue that just looked black. This jacket also had a very narrow white stripe along the shoulders. I think there was more material set on top the shoulders, and surrounding that was the line of white on either side. I'm not positive, but there might have been gold buttons on the top of each shoulder. I am really not sure about that though, as now I just cannot remember for certain.
This will sound crazy, but the very first second I saw that face I thought he was Patrick's father. (Which would be impossible if there were buttons on that uniform, as buttons weren't even around then. Of course, maybe Patrick is from a much later time period than the 1500's... but I really don't believe that's the case). I couldn't help but see a resemblance there. It didn't look like Patrick really, but there was a 'something' there - shape of the face I guess - that seemed like him.
So while this guy was not frightening to look at physically, I received the impression that this man was not kind. He was extremely cold and heartless. He wasted no energy on emotions. The entire time I saw him he was just stone faced, looking straight ahead. I would doubt that this man had smiled even once in his lifetime. His appearance was perfect, clean and groomed, yet his energy was not welcoming in the least. (I also find it confusing that his hair made me think of my grandfather on my Dad's side, and one psychic did tell me a long time ago that they believed Patrick was an ancestor on Dad's side. Also, in our genealogy there was a Knight on that side of the family. But... I also have reason to believe that Patrick is an ancestor on my Mom's side, so that confuses me even further. All I know is that this Naval officer's (?) hair reminded me of my grandfather's - which could simply be b/c of the color and the fact that it was wavy - and that his features reminded me of Patrick. Instinct told me he and Patrick were related. I only wish I could remember if there were indeed buttons on that uniform. If there were, he couldn't have been his father).
Or maybe it was nothing.
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Grandma
I had a dream about Grandma the other night, and I received the feeling that I had had the same dream earlier this week but forgot about it upon waking.
We were surrounded by pitch blackness. All I saw was a little square fold out table with a lot of lit candles scattered on top. The candles were orange and were just sitting inside these small glass jars.
At the time I thought that perhaps my grandfather was sitting next to her on her right hand side, but I didn't think much about that.
In this dream she was telling me - and I think my mother and sister were with me - that she loves us. Over and over again it's all she was telling me; that she loves us all so much, and wants us to know this.
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Baby/Butterfly
Had a strange dream two nights ago. I dreamed my brother and SIL had a baby girl. She reminded me a lot of my niece when she was little.
This baby was lying on her tummy, and a black butterfly landed on her back. It just kept 'dancing' between her shoulder blades, and this little girl was laughing so hard. It was really cute. She was cracking up, and moving around so much that my SIL was worried the baby was going to squish the butterfly so she managed to rescue it. This was one very happy baby, too.
I don't know why I had this dream, as both my brother and SIL have made it clear that they don't want to have children.
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Kitty Rescue
One of my dreams from the other night was being inside a house, and I hear a wild boar coming inside one of the rooms. I shut the bathroom door, but first I usher some baby kittens inside the room with me.
The door is also blocked with some kind of metal rack/shelving on wheels, but these little kittens keep trying to slide beneath the door to where this wild boar is. I am completely freaking out because I know they'd be killed, but they were just too curious. I know that one orange kitty escaped, and it was hurt. It was lying on a pillow on the floor.
It was in shock more than anything, and I felt like it was going to be okay after a while but still... not a nice dream because I did see that this poor cat was injured. It had a cut on it's chest.
I have dreams like this a lot. I'm always dreaming about animals, and most of the time I'm rescuing them.
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Laboratory / Alien
I was with family I think, inside some pet store. It was a sunny day out, and there were a few customers milling around the store. I sort of sneak towards the back area, which is detached from the store. No one is back there and it's really quiet.
It was a very long, wide, dark hallway with black (or a very dark midnight blue) floors and walls. It was like a smooth concrete. There was an iron railing in the center with some metal 'vent' on the floor. It was just a ramp or something like that, which didn't stretch down the entire hall. I think it just led downwards a bit, to where the pet store was.
Along the walls were these glass-encased windows/cubicles/cages with lights shining inside. To my right was one of these small 'windows' filled with water, and inside was an alien curled in a fetal position.
I felt such COMPASSION for it. I don't even know if it was aware that I was there, where it was, etc. All I knew was that it being trapped inside there, in such a small space, was WRONG and cruel and inhumane.
I don't know for certain, but I think I already knew that this alien was back there and I was sort of 'undercover.' Not much later, the man that runs this pet store finds me. He didn't seem too upset that I was back there, so I really don't know whether or not this alien being there was a secret or not. I just remember wanting so badly to rescue it.
